MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

A Blue Lake Water

The motor stops at the lake. I got down, opened my helmet, stepped slowly. My eyes monitor the surroundings. The view is very good. In front of me was a lake with calm blue water. Around it was green grass. Very soothing to the eyes. The atmosphere is also calm, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The sound of the wind and the sound of birds is like the music of the accompanist who reconciles the soul.

I closed my eyes, spread my hands, breathing this cold air deeply. Slowly puff. I let the breeze caress the hair. Until I felt it, my heart was very calm. All the burdens disappeared. Light-weight.

I opened my eyes when I felt someone slipping his finger into my outstretched hand. Bocil slipped his finger between my fingers, standing behind me.

"What the hell, Cil?" my murmur.

"Let's kayak in the Titanic movie, that's you, Mommy."

"Look, Ma'am, the water's so blue, huh? That's my love for you, too, Mother. Sincere, holy and pure without but."

I am so naive indeed. Though likes the same romance, but instead choose to stay away from it. The heart and logic are out of sync. I sat down and hugged my knees with green grass. Look at the lake water that ripples small due to the blowing of the baby. Really, a lovely afternoon. Moreover, the sun is hiding behind the cloudy, so it is not scorching. The weather and atmosphere are very synchronous.

He followed, sitting next to me. Put up the same style. Hugging knees. When I glanced at him, he glanced at me. Seconds later he changed his sitting position to cross-legged. One hand propped up his right cheek, his face tilted at me fixedly. For a long time wrong behavior is also seen by the Bocil without blinking.

"Why are you, Cil, that's all you see?" sumpulku turned his face.

"Abis, Ma'am is cute bwanget, hell!"

My heart rippled at his praise. I glanced at him briefly. Then he looked back at the lake that calmed the soul.

"Thank you. From birth it was so beautiful," I replied.

"Pantesan yes, Ma'am, I immediately klepek-clepek. Genuinely, I feel very lucky to marry you, Ma'am."

"But I feel bad you know not, anyway! Why yes, how can I just want to be married to the same bocil tengil bin nyebelin like you?"

"Ha ha ha, that's because my charms can hypnotize anyone, Ma'am. Starting from the young, even to the grandmothers if you look at me, on the bushes." Tengil bin narcissism kumat. Now it's getting level up.

"Oh, including the girl you talked to in the cafe parking lot, huh?" the ceplosku.

"Well, yeah, that's one of them, ma'am. You know what, Mommy?"

"No!" as if.

"Kan, I'm not done yet."

"Don't you, cil, you're mending diem!"

"Dengerin first, Ma'am. Ma'am should know, that girl in the cafe, her name's Tere."

I don't know why, I'm so scared she called the girl's name.

"He was a classmate at school yesterday. Well, that Tere before graduation shot me, Ma'am."

Original, the more horrifying. Anyway, really big girl, shoot the guy first. Don't know how embarrassed! "I don't want to be horrified, Cil! It doesn't matter to me either!"

"Dengerin!" her word.

"Stop! I don't want to be horrified, Cil!" I covered my ears with both hands. Argha! I was naive again. Though originally wanted to know he received the shot of the girl earlier what not. Ck!

"Whatever, Ma'am wants to hear what is not, but I have to tell this to Mbak. Because I think you should know the truth. Let's not get it wrong."

When I put my hands together that had closed my ears, I hugged my knees again. "Who misunderstood? It doesn't matter to me either!"

"Yes, maybe it's not important to you, but it's important to me. So, please yes, Madam diem. I'm telling you a story!"

"Hmm."

"So, Ma'am, Tere just shot me ...."

"Dadah, Cil, just go to the main point, do not have to beat around the bush, and do not have to be repeated as well! I think the tapes are broken! What did you take Pare's shot at?"

"Tere, Ma'am, his name. Not Pare."

"Stuck!"

"What fix?!"

"Sir, don't insist on the grandiose, ntar the thump, the clutch."

"Stuck! Fiks, what?"

"Fixes, signs of jealous women yes, this is it. Kayak This mama. Angry is unclear. Don't like it when the guy calls another girl in front of him."

"You know what you are, Cil!"

"I'm not the one who knows. The guy I'm searching in gugel, really, Ma'am."

"That article means ngaco!" then, then stand up. He was broken, and then he stood in front of me. Folding his hands on his chest, his eyes could not be separated from this face.

"Bak is getting better if you're jealous of this."

"I'm not jealous! Aja!" then I walked away from him.

"choose." He's tailing.

"Wouldn't you mind, my story's continuation is the same as Tere's?"

"Whatever!"

"Okay, so Tere was about 4 months ago shoot me ...."

"That's a repeat grandiose! Make the ears hot!" dumel.

"What's the heat of his ears?"

"Group!"

"heart!"

I turned to face him. "Group!"

"Dupes?"

"heart!" Uh, got caught in a betmen trap again. He's snapping.

"Tuh, kaaan, ngaku also finally," he accused. I continued on to the other side of the lake.

"Udah deh, Cil, if you want a story can 'tap tap' that, no? Don't beat around!"

"Yeah. So after Tere shot, I didn't answer at the time. That's why he asked for clarity on that, ma'am."

He stopped his words, must have deliberately made me curious and sprains. I stopped my steps and turned around. He grimaced with his teeth.

"Yes. Okay, I go on, Ma'am, yaa," he said after I stared at him sharply with a waistline.

I turned around again and continued slowly. Bocil followed while telling the story, I listened while enjoying the beautiful view.

"I didn't take the shot, Ma'am. I have it, now I have it, Ma'am. It's just you, Ma'am, my first and last love."

"Byhoo!" my screams then turned to run and went straight up on the back of the Bocil. Bocil also reflexes carrying me.

"Yes already, Mbaaak, seneng anyway, seneng, but love cue dong if you want to celebrate asking for a sling. Let me be ready. Fortunately it didn't fall, ma'am. That's how I heard the news that I rejected Tere. So scared, Mom, to lose your near-perfect husband? Hmm?"

"Who is seneeeng? Look, there's an uleeer!" The boy looked in the direction I pointed. Where the range of 7 meters ahead there is a brownish colored snake the size of an elpiji gas hose, and is creeping slowly here.

"Why didn't you tell me there was an uleeer?!" shouted the Bocil, he turned around and immediately ran while carrying me near the parked motorbike.